Tag: pome
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something for the weekend? (with apologies to Mr Wordsworth)
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze… I blundered lonely as a clown That floats a pie with thrills and spills When…
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a pome for the weekend
Here is a pome what I have writ… it will also appear in the ‘pomes’ section of this blog in due course. (Bearing in mind that some people have to work at weekends, this pome is transferrable to other days off). Weekends are Designed for strengthening us when we feel weakened: Rest, recreation, relaxation and re-creation are…